Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-09-16
SIR ROGER FALLS.
He is now u bartender i'm New
YOrk-Handy at Cocktails.

The real, original and Simon-pure
claimant, Sir Roger Tichborne, Bart.
will this morning commence the mix.
ing of all kinds of fancy drinks in an
obscure hotel on Chatham square,
says the New York Star.
Sir Roger has just returned from
England, and, being a gentleman OF
versatile powers and many accom-
plishments befitting the lofty station
to which he lays claim, finding no
other avenue open at present, will de-
vote himself to the great profession of
mixing drinks and drawing beer for
the thirsty thousands who daily and
nightly throng the Jardin Mabille OF
glittering Gotham.
When a reporter called at the saloon
where in future the great Sir Roger
Doughty Tichborne will mix the
frosted cocktail, the hornet punch and
the golden fizz, he was made aware
by a James G. Blaine sort of magnet
ism that he was in the presence of a
great man.
Sir Roger at the present time weighs
800 pounds, and moves about with a
benign smile and a seven by nine
tread. Said he, in deep bass voice
last night: "Any person who doubts
that l am Sir Roger, and who wishes
to have those doubts removed, let
them come to me. / have here sufii-
cient documents to prove my identity
in every particular.
He drew forth a mass OF printed
matter detailing the history of his life
and trials in England, q full account
of his shipwreck on the Bella, and his
experience in Australia, and much
other data, which would all go to
prove that his claim to the great es-
tate of Tichborne was founded on
truth and justice.
The story in nutshell is as follows:
Sir Roger Tichborne left England and
was never heard from afterward.
Years after, in 1872, the present
claimant created stir in England by
suddenly appearing and laying claim
to the great estates as a son OF Sir
Roger, who, he said, had been wreck
ed off the coast of Australia. His
history was plausible, and several
English barristcrs took his case and
pressed it to an issue.
Sir Rogers widow declared that the
claimant was her son. and stuck u
him throughout the trial. He did not
prove his identity satisfactorily, and
he was arrested for perjury, and the
case became celebrated. The nobility
claimed that he was the colossal inn
postor of the age, and the common
people believed him to be the genuine
Sir Roger.
Without money and unable to press
his claim further. a year ago he came
to this country and took up his quar-
ters with his wife Lillian, on Fourth
avenue, in the rear of the Star theater.
He hoped to make success in lectur-
ing on his trial and reciting his HIS
tory, but did not succeed in enlisting
the sympathy of the public.
"But," said the reporter, sit was
proven at your trial in England that
you were Arthur Orton, son of Lon
don butcher who emigrated to Austria
lia."
cit was not so, however," said he,
"and hundreds of well-to-do people in
England to-day believe me to be the
man am, Sir Roger. The jury that
tried me were all bought up by the
government before they entered the
box, and Detective Meiklejohn, of
Scotland yard, will testify to his being
engaged and sent to the men who
served on the jury to see if they were
properly biased against me. Sixty
men were approached and all prop
erly fixed in case they were called on
the jury" -.
"Can you mix drinks, Sir Roger"
"Well, l guess l can; perhaps not
all the American styles, but | have
some specialties which you Americans
know nothing about.
"Take my South American cocktail,
for instance, when in mixing toss a
yard in the air and catch every drop
as it falls. 1t is the nectar of the
gods.'
"But do you know how to mix
drinks for Bowery customers with tim
lined throats and copper-bottomed
stomachs ?"
"Well, I'll take my chances. 1've
taken a great many chances during
my life, and will take more. I'll give
YOU the name of a few drinks l can
mix for a neighborhood like this:
Blue blazes, scarcely seen, hoist away,
bang-up-sour, morning shade, Chat
ham street rouser, mixed whale, and
many others.
eff l succeed here l will open a
first-class place on Fifth avenue and
cater to people of my own tastes, make
money enough to reopen my claim to
my estates, secure them, and at last
take the station belonging to me and
so long denied me by cruel fate and
untoward circumstances"